"Don't go down that way. Look in
the end of the attic close to the big chimney. There is a pile
of doors and lumber there, and behind it is a narrow stair. Go
down that. It opens into a wardrobe in the Wolf's own den. You
will find him there with the kid, if he is still alive. Take the
Wolf anyhow. Don't kill him. I want him to know that I bit--"
his voice trailed off.
"Would hot coffee help any?" asked Hen. "I have a thermos bottle
full; but it's under that seat he's on."
Together they gently lifted the body of the Weasel, and succeeded
in getting hold of the bottle of hot coffee. Hen poured a
steaming portion into the cup, and with difficulty they forced it
between the Weasel's lips. He swallowed a little, and presently
opened his eyes.
"Close call," he said with a faint smile. He hurried on:
"The Wolf has enough information written down, up there
somewhere, to defeat America," he said. "I don't know where it
is, but it must be somewhere, where he can put his hand right on
it. Search everything! Try every piece of blank paper for
sympathetic ink. There is a secret room in the cellar full of
bombs. They are to be left there, stored, until America is
invaded. If you could only work that wireless--messages are
coming in all the time the last three days--"'
"I can," said Beany.
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